Temptations

I awoke cuddled up to Lillian. The sentimental socket wrench was still certainly doing its job. For the past year, we had slept on the far opposite sides of the bed since she couldn’t stand to be near me. Half of the time, one of us ended up on the couch.

After the previous night, I wasn’t so sure how I wanted to proceed with using the enchanted tools. The intelligent thing would be to put everything up except the sentimental socket set and save my marriage, but I knew myself better than that. No, there was no doubt I would keep experimenting and pushing boundaries. I wasn’t naive either. Sure, the “cashier,” demon, girl, thing… or whatever at the curio shop claimed I didn’t owe anything and that the enchanted box itself had paid its penance, but I couldn’t help feeling like my soul had already been stripped from me.

Before I got the toolbox, I was an atheist who didn’t believe in anything supernatural. I had faith that nothingness lay after ****. Now I know that magic somehow exists and things aren’t so simple anymore.

I gave my wife’s ass a hard squeeze. “I’ve been dealt a hell of a hand,” I mused. “It would be a shame to fold now.”

With renewed determination, I jumped out of bed without waking Lillian. I quickly showered and shot out the door with my toolbox in tow. I only stopped to remove the socket from my sentimental wrench. I didn’t want Lillian to be stuck on “+” mode if she saw anyone while I was gone.

The shop was still officially closed for the holidays, but with my new tools, I figured I could surprise a few clients with some very ahead-of-schedule repairs. The garage would also be a quiet place to avoid the temptation of using my tools on people, or more accurately, women.

Things didn’t go exactly according to plan, though. In less than an hour, every car in my shop was repaired. I simply found the faulty component and swiped the rejuvenator over each damaged component until they were brand new again. Anything loose, I was able to tighten with the enchanted adjustable wrench. As long as I could get the wrench to touch the loose component, I could tighten it. Some of the bolts it managed to tighten would have required a full engine removal with standard tools.

For the next hour, I tried to keep my mind occupied by restoring my used parts pile while one-by-one happy customers came to pick up their cars. It was still morning, and the shop was emptied entirely of customer’s cars.

My mind instantly drifted to ideas of things I could change on my wife… ex-girlfriend… cashier at the grocery store… etc. As arousing as my daydreams were, I knew I needed to clear my head, so I sent messages to the next five customers on my schedule and let them know they could drop off today if they called me in the next hour.

Almost immediately, I got a text from someone who was having some engine troubles with their Alfa 4c. The little Alfa didn’t really count as an exotic car per my company’s usual fare, but I had a soft spot for the little sports cars. I sent the guy a message back to drive it on in if it could move under its own power.

In the meantime, I scrounged the shop for something else to pass some time. I stumbled upon some unpainted replacement body panels in the corner. With a spark of inspiration, I jogged over to my toolbox and pulled out my paint gun. With reverence, I took the paint gun and carefully set it in my enchanted toolbox.

“Let’s see if we can’t make painting a bit easier,” I said to myself as I locked and unlocked the box.

I looked at the enchanted paint gun with awe. It turned out a bit different than most of my items. It seemed to be made out of rainbow-oxidized Damascus steel. It was also much more compact and ergonomic, with the hopper and air inlet notably missing from its revised frame.

I focused on the gun until I could pull its information out of its aura. “Artisan’s gun: Any surface sprayed with the gun will become any color, material, or texture that an artist desires.”

Excitedly, I pointed the new gun at the fiberglass bumper before me and filled my mind with an image of polished stainless steel. With a satisfying clunk, I pressed the trigger and let a stream of “paint” fly towards the bumper. Before my eyes, the full gray fiberglass transitioned to lustrous polished steel. One more click of the trigger and it became a clear block of ice; one more and it became lightweight aluminum with a perfect Ferrari red paint job.

Before I could experiment more, a buzzer went off, letting me know a client was waiting outside. I jogged over to hit the switch for the garage door and guided the red Alfa into one of my many empty bays.

I tapped the switch again to close the door behind the red sports car.

When the door of the Alfa opened, and its owner stepped out, I knew I had a problem. She was clearly a high-class girl based on her designer black dress, heels, expensive jewelry, and obviously eclectic taste in transportation. As she slinked out of the low-slung sports car, it was clear she wasn’t an inch over 5’2” and not an ounce above whatever the hell the ideal BMI was. Her long, wavy platinum blond hair wasn’t my favorite, but she pulled it off well without looking like a bimbo.

If she noticed me checking her out, she didn’t say anything. She just fast walked over to me and stretched out her dainty hand while I tried to pull my jaw off the floor.

“You must be Tom!” She chirped quickly as I shook her hand. “I’m so glad I found someone to work on my baby! The nearest dealer is so far away, and I can’t bear to drive her like this! I thought it was the transmission software update like everyone on the forum said, but now it’s throwing a P0302, and that’s a misfire and…”

She began speaking so quickly that I couldn’t process it. It was kind of cute. She certainly had a unique personality and a healthy obsession with her wheels. Not that I minded; I was in the automotive business because I was obsessed with smooth lines and burning rubber, too. I already really liked this gal. Her anxious exuberance was infectious.

“It’s ok! Don’t you worry I’ll take great care of her!” I interjected with a smile. “Trust me, I love these little Alfa’s too. There’s nothing, and I mean nothing, being built in this day an age that is so focused on just plain old raw driving feel. No power steering, limited comforts, just squealing tires and lateral G’s!”

The pretty blond bounced on her heels happily before replying, “Nobody understands that! Everyone always looks at me funny when I tell them I daily drive this car. They always wonder why I’m not driving a Mercedes or BMW. I’m glad you get it!”

“No, I totally get it,” I replied. “I used to daily drive a Lotus Elise and loved every minute of it… at least until I needed groceries and had nowhere to put them!”

She laughed at my little anecdote and smiled brightly at me. My thoughts were swirling like crazy as I looked into her joyful eyes. At 30 years old, I was perfectly capable of admiring a gorgeous girl briefly and moving on within seconds, but things felt different now. I knew I could have her. “Just a quick tap with a sentimental socket, a couple of adjustments with the other tools and…” I stopped my train of thought and refocused back on my work.

“Follow me to my office, and I’ll take down your contact info, miss…?”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I get so excited sometimes and forget to introduce myself.” She chirped. “I’m Callie! And sure, just lead the way.”

I took down Callie’s Info and walked her back out to her car so she could grab her belongings.

“Are you sure you don’t need a ride?” I asked.

“No, no, it’s fine! I’m just going to the coffee shop around the block. My friend will pick me up in an hour when she gets off work!”

She popped the frunk and bent over at the waist to pull something out. Her dress rode up her smooth thighs enticingly. I intended to be good and let her go, but somehow, that isn’t what happened.

Somehow, the will clamp found its way into my hand, and somehow, I blinked and found myself admiring her frozen body while the clamp hung from her forearm.

With shaky hands, I hesitantly caressed her firm ass through her pleated dress before grabbing the will clamp and maneuvering her body back to a standing position. I made 360° around her petite body and admired every inch. ”Callie, I swear this wasn’t my intention, but… it won’t hurt to do something small to you at least…” I said while trying to rationalize my behavior.

I grabbed the paint gun and pointed it at her platinum-dyed hair. I visualized vibrant, natural, bright red hair and clicked the button. Before my eyes, all of her visible hair shifted tone to match my wishes. Next, I sprayed the gun at her dress. I thought of satin, silk-textured Lycra and pulled the trigger. Her dress shimmered in satin mauve, just as I pictured. The garment didn’t fit quite as well, though, but I knew I could fix that.

First, it was too thick now. The new fabric maintained the thickness of the formerly cotton-based fabric. Lycra is meant to be much thinner.

I quickly grabbed a spare caliper and threw it in the box. The enchanted caliper I removed from the box worked similarly to the scaling tape. It was named similarly, too. It was simply called “Scaling Caliper.”

Her dress material measured out to right at 2mm. I played with the caliper to find the right thickness. 0.5mm was very see-through, 1.25mm seemed about normal. I settled on 0.90mm. This made her dress see-through when the light hit it right, but not overly so. I added a slight twist with the crescent, and the dress tightened to her curves just slightly tighter than socially appropriate. Lastly, I hemmed the dress up just a couple of inches to her upper thigh. I smirked in delight with the knowledge that her ass would be completely exposed if she bent over again.

I rifled around the toolbox for a moment before I settled on grabbing the dead horse mallet. I kept telling myself I needed to stop, but the angel on my shoulder wasn’t entirely convincing enough. I decided just to test one more thing.

I looked Callie dead in her unmoving eyes and said. “Callie, you think I’m the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.” Then I tapped her on the head with the mallet once… and then once more for good measure.

With the mallet in hand, I fumbled out the words, “You want to strip off and give me your underwear before you leave my shop.” Then I tapped her on the head twice again.

I was just about to put the hammer up and truly stop my unethical behavior, but turned back around and quickly spat out, “You want to send me sexy nude photos… A-and it feels really good when I compliment the photos.” I tapped her head one time to punctuate my statement.

With all my willpower, I maneuvered her back into the same pose I initially clamped her in. I let out a frustrated groan as her slinky black dress rode up and exposed her lacey thong. I gripped her perfect ass one last time and then removed the will clamp from her forearm.

She unpaused and went right back to rifling through the trunk until she found what she was looking for.

The red haired beauty stood quickly and her smile beamed at me. I watched her pupils visibly and hyperbolically dilate in response to my newfound attractiveness to her mind. She crossed her legs cutely and bit her bottom lip ever so slightly.

“Got everything?” I asked her politely.

“Yes, I do, but I do need to give you something!” She chirped before spinning 180° and bending over once more.

She hooked her thumbs under her tiny thong, pulled it down her legs, then straightened up and gracefully extricated her legs from it. Then she skillfully and rapidly unhooked her bra and unceremoniously yanked it out from under her dress. Then she giggled, handed me her undergarments, and simply walked out the door like nothing unusual happened.

Understandably, it took me a few moments to catch my breath and process what happened—a few moments more were needed to convince my cock to relax.

“I really need to get home before I do something stupid…” I thought to myself. I have a mind to call Callie back. All I’d have to do is tell her I needed one more signature or something else innocent. Just a few quick movements with the compulsion adjuster and I could have her doing anything… no, everything I wanted.

It was wrong, though. I had a loyal wife at home. No matter how abrasive she was, I still knew she was loyal to me. “I’ve already gone too far.” I scolded myself.

It felt like my guilty conscience was trying to take one last stand. It worked. With determination, I began closing up the shop early. It was time to go back home and be with Lillian.

I thumbed the socket in my pocket. “I can at least use this to more or less ethically get my marriage back on track.” I thought.